IT's been a long few hours.

So, from what I read this baby should be able to sleep for more than 2 hours without needing to eat, and he does! Unfortunately it's during my awake hours. Oh well.

This morning the little stinker screamed for like 3 hours (like in real numbers 3 hours--because if it was just me being me I'd have said 8 hours. 3 is how you know it's real. I don't make up fake numbers that start with 3. Sometimes they start with eleventy billion.)

I gave him a bath to soothe him (at the end of the 3 hours) which worked while he was in the bathtub--he finally ate and fell asleep. I have transferred him to the swing so mommy can have some lunch and diet coke.

HOLY CRAP where is my diet coke? We're out. Now if Sonic could deliver... I'd tell them to bring me one (and some tater tots, and maybe something with ice cream.) I totally considered having the last glass of wine as a substitution, I mean... it IS Friday and ladies who lunch have wine on Fridays. I am created to be a lady who lunches (in some life) so that would be ok, right?

Kidding kidding... ish

I've got flair.

Well, not like the friday's kind, but a flair for the dramatic.

Hence the posts about how I'm the tiredest person ever--as if a bazillion people haven't gone through child rearing. Hehe... I said rearing. I realize that other people have been this tired before. Fo sho. I also realize that I do not really have a problem child. He's just your run of the mill--absolutely adorable, perfect in every way, mullet wearing, mohawking--baby. This weekend was gave me some renewal, though.

My super sweet hubsters took care of said baby while I ran some very important errands (picking up lip gloss and my free gift at clinique), babies r us (my arch enemy... that place makes me cra-zay), and Target (my dreamland, but I only bought the 3 things I needed and left.) THEN, I went to the grocery store (after coming home and feeding him) all by myself AGAIN. Then Ben made a delish dinner--blue cheese bacon burgers, fried sweet potatoes, and fried okra (dear weight watchers, it's time for an intervention.) He also took Fin and held him in the mornings and I went back to sleep for like an hour or so. Sounds like the perfect labor day to me!

SO, I probably won't be googling "sleep deprivation" or anything of the sort (or checking WebMD which will most likely tell me I have sarcoidosis).

It will probably tell me that I have rabies--because I do. I think I can legitimately claim that one as there was a real live bat in my house.

Want to know what else I purchased this weekend? My breast friend. Yep, an actual item with that actual name. Let me tell you. We will be breast friends until the end.

FYI

The previous post has been updated now that nights have passed and I've had some normal sleep. We're good again. I didn't drop the f-bomb either.

He smiled at me TWICE today. My heart melts.

Inappropriate? Or perfect timing?** update

So the following was after a day of insanity. Please note that it was my one night of losing it. This in no way reveals my character :) I love my baby and that he has a new sleep habit of sleeping from like 8-1! (well, 2 days in a row, that is.) So, don't feel too bad for me. Though if you feel bad enough to send me presents--feel free.

So I'm like sup's tired today. Le bebe decided basically to not nap today. (Perhaps because of my influx of dairy the day before, but whatever I blame him.) This lead to one tiz-ired mama. So we get home, I feed him and put him to bed... at 8:30. I stayed awake waiting on a phone call that I knew was coming and then was like, at this point, I need to not fall asleep because he'll wake up.

WTF it's now 12:15. Can I drop the f bomb with a baby? I mean, I wouldn't say it TO him. Ok, maybe I would... but only right now while he's really small and formidable and kind of like a puppy where if you say it in a nice tone of voice they don't really know what you're saying.

Just sayin. I'm tired and awake with a computer... which leads to lustful internet shopping. That's the kind where you go and look at all of the things you want and put them in your "bag" and then don't purchase them.

Someone save me. I meant that not in a literal way... so if you are well on your way to converting me, you may want to stop now. Don't show up at my door with a tract and tell me about the Jesus. I will tell you how when every head was bowed and every eye was closed at my grandparents baptist VBS I got coerced into raising my hand (with one eye open) to be saved. Apparently, we Methodists got a bad wrap and some friends were worried about me. So I'm full up over here. Thanks. If you are bringing me a little salvation in some carbs and a bottle of vino... bring one of my minster friends and we'll bless it and have a holy time.

Favorite Things--baby addition (in no particular order)

The Aden and Anais Zooaroo Swaddlers. Granted, we don't use these to swaddle him but the fabric is awesome and light weight and they are great blankets. I use them daily.
Kiddapotamus swaddlers. Totally easy to use and light weight which is key for this ridiculous heat.
Fisherprice rainforest learning gym. I didn't register for this one, but a friend got it for me (her daughter loved it) and so does Griffin. It has lights and music and a lot of options. We'll probably get the jumparoo that matches when he gets bigger.
Boppy newborn lounger. He's a fan. I'm a fan. We're all fans.
Moby wrap. It's super helpful when Griffin won't sleep and I need to do things. I love holding him, but occasionally would like to use my hands. I did have to watch a couple of youtube videos to figure out how to use it, though. It comes with a huge manual and I simply couldn't follow. Mine is an eggplant color.
Baby jogger City Mini Elite. Love love love. Right now our carseat (chicco keyfit 30) fits in it like a snap and go and when he gets bigger he'll transition into the stroller part. It folds up with one hand and is awesome. Love it. Ours is green.


Glamourmom full bust nursing top. It has adjustable closures in the back like a real bra--plus it has mesh paneling to hold breast pads.
Pb kids dot and chamois stroller blanket. Softest ever.

Hippy Food Box.

So the hubs and I have recently signed up for a hippy food box delivery every other week. Yesterday was the first day of our hippy-ness. I found it fitting that I also had Starbucks that morning and attempted to buy lipgloss. We're like those fake hippies that go to a hippy music festival in their bmw, expensive jeans, haven't showered or brushed their hair, and a piece of leather tied around their heads.

I'm not one of those people as I have showered EVERYDAY since Griffin has been born. You may not think that's a big deal, but it is.

Anyway, so last night we had sweet potato greens, acorn squash, and pork chops. The box is kind of awesome. We're also thinking of signing up with another hippy food company that does meat, fruit and cheeses. I heart cheese. A lot.

Anyway, so back to my lip gloss. One, they seem to only have it online even though I've purchased it in store before. The ladies at the counter look confused when I ask for the color I want. Then, Kathy, tells me how she stayed home with her baby 17 years ago, well, her and her husband, now ex, not of her choice, ran a company, and then a few years ago he had a mid-life crisis and left her and that was fine with her and she let him take everything because really, the best gift he could give her was letting her stay home.

1. I had mentioned I'm going back to work (which I don't want to do). Perhaps you shouldn't keep telling me how I SHOULD stay home. This was what she was implying in the over-sharing.
2. You're over sharing.
3. He "let" you stay home?

People be crazy, yo.

I'm not dead yet.

In case you were wondering if I died last night due to my rabies, I didn't. I did have a nice last meal of sushi and a glass of some sav blanc and then some ice cream--just in case. I mean, you never know when a bat is going to fly into your house and infect everyone.